Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.